Ramble on.
I’m not sure what I feel like anymore. Happy. Sad. Confused. I don’t know. I guess it’s normal for a 23 year old. I need to start thinking more positively. My band is struggling to get off its feet and all I keep doing is thinking the worst. I put my entire efforts towards it -sometimes putting the things I need in life second. My family is all screwed up, too. My dad lost his job and my brother is a drug addict. I need to get out of the house, but I can’t afford it. My online classes suck, but it’s school. I stopped talking to a friend, for the better. I’m not angry with anyone, just so you know. I’m happy with what’s happened. I hope the things I’ve been hearing from other people aren’t coming from you as well. I hope you’re doing okay. I guess I am. I’m sorry if I still hurt you.
That’s my sad story.
I also met a girl I really like. It’s unusual for me to like a girl I barely know, but she stood out. Hopefully I can do my best to be loyal and wash my hands clean of my past. Committing was always an issue for me. Nothing is permanent, yet. I’m taking it slowly and for once in a long time, it’s making me happy. Every mistake I made in the past was all based off of communication and trust. Just be honest and open your mouth when something is bothering you. I wish they taught you this in school, because I would not have made those mistakes in the past. That’s how life works. You live, you learn. All done.
